Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 9:00:36 GMT 10
Title: Circle in Sandryland, G [18]
Rating: G
Word Count: 310
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Alice in Wonderland, ridiculousness, madness, tea, mistreatment of birds and hedgehogs
Summary: The four Circle friends go for an adventure in Sandryland.
Notes: People should keep me from talking to sketchymurr, because this is what happens. If you all haven't seen the 1951 Disney version of Alice in Wonderland, you should.
“Here we go again,” Tris groaned as she felt the world shifting around her—or her shifting around the world, one couldn’t always tell. Her stomach turned over. “I would like to remain the same height for more than a day, now, if we could.”
Briar sighed up at the tall grasses. “I’d never thoughta ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ like Rosethorn says quite so…so…”
“Literally,” Daja supplied, clutching her staff close to her. She was relieved every time it changed height with her. The three looked about, expecting a reply from Sandry—but she was off and running after a silly starling again! They followed after.
They ducked under leaves of all sorts, large flower heads standing proud as a tree would, if they were the right size. Up ahead, they could hear Sandry muttering “oh dear” and “cat dirt” and at last “I’ll never catch him while I’m this small” (they could see by now she had her hands on her hips).
Briar’s stomach growled as they caught up with Sandry.
“Couldn’t you hush that monster of yours for a while?” Tris snapped.
Briar held up his hands. “Not when the butterflies look like bread! Look there!”
Three sets of eyes followed his and watched six butterflies land together on a leaf, each appearing as a slice of bread at the fold of their wings and creating the very picture of a bread loaf when all sidled up together.
“You mean bread-and-butterflies,” a voice corrected them. They all turned to each other, attempting to decipher who had spoken—it almost sounded like Rosethorn, in a rare delighted mood.
An insect landed on Sandry’s nose; she sneezed and frightened it away, but it hovered before her again quite quickly. She inspected it. “A horsefly! Oh, no, a rocking-horsefly.”
“Naturally,” the voice concurred. Briar was watching the flowers closely.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 310
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Alice in Wonderland, ridiculousness, madness, tea, mistreatment of birds and hedgehogs
Summary: The four Circle friends go for an adventure in Sandryland.
Notes: People should keep me from talking to sketchymurr, because this is what happens. If you all haven't seen the 1951 Disney version of Alice in Wonderland, you should.
“Here we go again,” Tris groaned as she felt the world shifting around her—or her shifting around the world, one couldn’t always tell. Her stomach turned over. “I would like to remain the same height for more than a day, now, if we could.”
Briar sighed up at the tall grasses. “I’d never thoughta ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ like Rosethorn says quite so…so…”
“Literally,” Daja supplied, clutching her staff close to her. She was relieved every time it changed height with her. The three looked about, expecting a reply from Sandry—but she was off and running after a silly starling again! They followed after.
They ducked under leaves of all sorts, large flower heads standing proud as a tree would, if they were the right size. Up ahead, they could hear Sandry muttering “oh dear” and “cat dirt” and at last “I’ll never catch him while I’m this small” (they could see by now she had her hands on her hips).
Briar’s stomach growled as they caught up with Sandry.
“Couldn’t you hush that monster of yours for a while?” Tris snapped.
Briar held up his hands. “Not when the butterflies look like bread! Look there!”
Three sets of eyes followed his and watched six butterflies land together on a leaf, each appearing as a slice of bread at the fold of their wings and creating the very picture of a bread loaf when all sidled up together.
“You mean bread-and-butterflies,” a voice corrected them. They all turned to each other, attempting to decipher who had spoken—it almost sounded like Rosethorn, in a rare delighted mood.
An insect landed on Sandry’s nose; she sneezed and frightened it away, but it hovered before her again quite quickly. She inspected it. “A horsefly! Oh, no, a rocking-horsefly.”
“Naturally,” the voice concurred. Briar was watching the flowers closely.
QC by: greenie